The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

Another day passed.

The news that the Third Prince's investments yielded no returns and that even the principal could not be recovered spread like wildfire among the noble children.

This inevitably involved some people who fueled the flames.

However, because this matter already had a significant impact, its collapse has now sparked even more heated discussions.

This investment, which originally only involved the sons of noble families, has even begun to be heard about by officials in the imperial court.

Cheng Guogongfu.

Zhu Yong held the whip and glared fiercely at Zhu Yi, who was hanging from the tree and trembling.

"You brat, why are you meddling in this kind of thing?"

Zhu Yi shouted loudly.

"Father, I'm doing something very important with the Third Prince!"

Zhu Yongqi's face turned green.

"The big deal you're talking about is swindling money from your own cousin?"

Zhu Yi spoke with conviction.

"His Highness the Third Prince has spoken."

"In the investment market, ups and downs are normal."

"They consider themselves investment geniuses when they make money."

"When they're losing money, they're the loudest complainers."

"We did promise a rebate, but that was assuming the business could continue operating. Now that the business has collapsed, where will the rebate come from?"

The veins on Zhu Yong's forehead were throbbing.

This matter is neither a big deal nor a small one.

Ultimately, it's just a matter between children.

But the impact was too bad, not to mention that his own son had brought a group of relatives' children into the event.

These past two days, everyone, from brothers to sisters, has been asking him about this.

He was truly ashamed in front of his relatives.

Zhu Yi felt a little uneasy when he saw his father's ever-changing expression.

He forced a smile.

"Father, why don't you put me down first?"

"This can't go on like this!"

"My legs are numb!"

Snapped!

Zhu Yong cracked his whip and said angrily.

"You're actually trying to bargain?!"

Did I give you permission to speak?

Zhu Yi: "???"

He quickly replied.

"Father, spare me!"

Zhu Yong said angrily.

"What else do you have to say, you little brat? Go and say it with my whip."

Zhu Yi exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap, Dad, you're serious!"

"what!"

..................

British Duchy.

Zhang Mao's screams echoed.

Zhang Fu glared and said fiercely.

"If I can't beat the Third Prince, I can at least deal with you!"

.................

The Marquis of Anyuan's residence.

Liu Wen, her eyes red, said angrily.

"Brother, where did my nephew go?"

Marquis Anyuan, Liu Sheng, shook his head.

"Fourth brother, I don't know either."

Liu Wen said angrily.

"Brother, this kid has gone too far."

"All my savings are tied up!"

"Now my wife won't let me go home!"

Liu Sheng frowned.

"Sister-in-law, that's going too far."

"It's just some money, isn't it?"

"How much money have you invested in total?"

Liu Wen smiled bitterly.

"It must be around 30,000 to 40,000 strings of cash."

Liu Sheng's eyes widened.

"So many?"

"Aren't people saying you only invested ten or twenty thousand?"

Liu Wen wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I also took out the jade throne and gold Buddha, which was the treasure of Liu Yu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, from her dowry and used it as collateral."

"Who would have thought that we'd never be able to come back!"

"Brother, you absolutely have to help me find my nephew!"

"I need to find him and demand an explanation from the Third Prince."

Liu Sheng: "..."

Damn, no wonder!

He coughed lightly.

"Fourth brother, you've already gone through the coming-of-age ceremony, you're an adult now."

"How can you still believe a bunch of kids?"

Liu Wen was immediately speechless.

..................

The Prince of Han's Palace.

"Your Highness, the Third Prince's actions have come at an inopportune time," Li Bin said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

Wang Ning stroked his beard.

"Although the Northern Expedition has just ended, His Majesty, with the ambition of an emperor, will surely launch another Northern Expedition!"

"As long as we launch the Northern Expedition, the Prince will surely be summoned to join the army."

"During the Jingnan Rebellion, the Prince's achievements were unparalleled."

"Now that the Northern Expedition has amassed prestige and achieved remarkable military exploits, Your Majesty must know who is most suitable to entrust the Ming Dynasty to."

"His Highness the Prince of Han cannot afford to make a bad impression on His Majesty."

"The Third Prince has really screwed over a large number of noble sons this time."

"If His Majesty knew of this, he would surely be displeased."

"How could a member of the royal family resort to such fraudulent methods?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu felt frustrated and depressed.

Damn!

He tried desperately to make his father's presence felt.

I never expected this brat to cause him trouble!

He clapped his hands and said.

"I'm going to the palace right now to teach that little brat a lesson!"

.................

Qianqing Palace.

"Your Majesty, Scholar Yang requests an audience," Meng Ji said respectfully.

Zhu Di stroked his chin.

"Yang Rong?"

"Let him in."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Meng Ji replied.

A short while later.

Yang Rong arrived in a hurry.

This scholar, Yang, who was known for his composure, was now somewhat anxious.

He bowed to Zhu Di.

"Your Majesty, this humble subject greets you."

Zhu Di said with a smile.

"Your timing is perfect. I was originally planning to call you here to ask about Zhu Zhanjun's situation at the Grand Hall."

"I haven't paid attention to him for quite some time. I heard from Meng Ji that he was relatively well-behaved under your supervision at the Grand Hall for the past few days?"

Yang Rong: "..."

His facial muscles twitched; he felt incredibly frustrated.

He sighed.

"Your Majesty, I have come today specifically for His Highness the Third Prince, Zhu Zhanjun."

"Your Majesty, I am unworthy of such a heavy trust."

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh?"

"What's wrong with him?"

Yang Rong took a deep breath.

"His Highness the Third Prince... wasn't he appointed as the head of the hall a while ago? Uh, now he's called the class monitor."

He then organized a class committee and appointed several student leaders to manage the students in the class together.

Zhu Di nodded.

"I know about this."

"Knowing how to use people is a good thing."

"Wouldn't it be easier to manage if we had a class committee?"

Yang Rong gave a wry smile.

"But...Your Highness, he took his class committee to commit fraud."

"Huh?" Zhu Di was taken aback, not yet able to react.

Yang Rongxuan then recounted in detail how Zhu Zhanjun had used investment fraud.

For seasoned veterans like them who have navigated the treacherous waters of officialdom for many years, Zhu Zhanjun's methods, viewed from an outsider's perspective, are not particularly complex; the key to them is immediately apparent.

After a while.

"...Now, the Third Prince has absconded with the money, remaining silent and claiming that the sugar business has stalled, all the invested capital has been exhausted, and he can no longer return the interest and principal." Yang Rong frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the Third Prince's actions seem to violate royal rules and have caused the royal family to lose face."

Zhu Di's eyes widened in surprise.

Holy crap, this guy is really something else.

He was still playing in the mud when he was six years old.

Is this guy already "involved in a huge case" and "the circumstances are extremely serious"?

Meng Ji, who was standing next to him, also looked shocked.

That Third Prince is incredibly audacious.

Zhu Di stroked his beard and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"This kid is only a few years old, yet he can devise such an ingenious scam, exploiting people's greed to lure them into a trap?"

"Good lad, you're quite cunning, no wonder you're a descendant of the Zhu family!"

"Huh?" Yang Rong looked completely bewildered. "Your Majesty?"

No, is this something to praise?

"Cough cough cough." Zhu Di then realized that Yang Rong was still there, and he had accidentally blurted out his true feelings.

His eyebrows immediately shot up.

"That brat, relying on his cleverness, is resorting to all sorts of crooked tricks."

"Hmph, if we don't clean this up properly, what will become of us later?"

"Meng Ji, prepare the carriage for Qian Yuan Palace; I'm going to educate Zhan Jun!"